Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Turning Pages

Day by day (growing away)
how fleeting
how freeing
to drift along shore memories
into a single mindless thought,
yet tomorrow
will be
a different story

Sunday, August 28, 2011

"I want to go back
to that sure thing,
to home base, to the middle
of the stone mother
from which, I don't know how or when
I was torn away to be torn apart"

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Willow Tree

Weeping willow, weeping willow
sing to me, sing to me

I hadn't a care in the world with you
I only wanted to be you
to see the world through a tree

Weeping willow, do you weep?
For the love amongst the trees?

and in the light of day,
do you wish you'd stay
forever that way:
a lonely willow tree?

Weeping willow, sing to me.

"Like a great storm
we shook
the tree of life
down to the hiddenmost
fibers of the roots
and you appear now
singing in the foliage,
in the highest branch
that with you, we reach"

- Pablo Neruda

Friday, August 5, 2011